Who Gets More Cards Than The Queen Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I do want you to ask a question
That is not to be asked by me and you.
For we know the answer,
To who gets more cards than the Queen.

If it is not us, then who?
The Pope or the King of Greece,
I still wonder if there is one,
For people are sold on power.

Guess what, this is no competition,
But a puzzle that needs to be sold,
Even thought we will not get a penny,
For this precious knowledge we will gather,
For we being the blessed of the earth,
Are always wondering about royalty,
When we should be royalty ourselves.

Our dreams have grown with the years,
To the point where they reach the roofs,
Of the very doors of palaces in our minds,
For if I am not queen of my palace,
What shall become of it?

Start sending cards to me,
And fill my space with these pieces of paper,
So I can be the answer to a question,
You have been asking about me for years,
For you fear asking it about you.

If you were king what would you get,
Cards, gifts, chocolate or just plain nothing.
Would you dye your hair, pierce your ears,
Or ride horses without a saddle,
Just to prove you are the one,
Who gets more cards than the Queen?

I will ask questions to you for you are not,
Doing the job of answering them even when I do
Force your brain to stop looking into the coffee cup,
And go out there and answer questions in the air,
For that is why it is blowing,
So you can breathe it and enjoy it,
As you ponder questions unanswerable.

The poor answered this question,
For they got the left overs from there,
Where people pour unwanted gifts,
Me and you were sitting on a bench,
Near the pavement of life,
Sniffing the air with disdain,
For we felt even less important,
For we did not get one card.